Chapter 503: Milking him dry - r18

A soft laugh came again, and this time Julian could tell—it was Mara.

"Greedy?" she purred, her voice vibrating against him as her tongue flicked his tip teasingly. "You’re the one filling this hole like you own it, Rael. We’re just... tasting what’s on offer."

Lira’s voice followed, low and breathy as her tongue swirled around the tip, making him twitch and squirm.

"

Mmm, and it’s a lot to taste

. You weren’t lying about breaking those runes, were you?" Her lips closed in just on the tip, sucking it gently as if it she were milking him. "Gods, I can feel you throbbing already."

Julian smiled, his hips twitching with each of their movement. "You think this is lot? Keep going, and you’ll see what I’m really packing." His voice was oozing with confidence, but the dual assault was testing his control.

"Come on, Mara, Lira—don’t pretend you’re not loving this."

Mara’s laugh was straight wicked as she pulled back, just enough to let her words slip through. "Oh, we’re not pretending. You taste like heaven, Rael. Bet I can make you beg before Lira does." Her lips closed around him again, her tongue licking the sensitive underside of his cock.

"Not a chance," Lira shot back, lowering herself to lick along his length. "I’ll have him spilling before you can blink, Mara. Watch me."

Her mouth joined Mara’s again, their tongues tangling, lips brushing against each other as they worked him in chaos.

Julian’s head tilted back, his breaths coming in pants, but he wasn’t about to let them take the lead so easily.

"You two talk a big game," he growled. "But if you want me to spill, you’ll have to work harder than that."

"Oh, we’ll break you, alright," Mira murmured, her voice laced with dark promise. "I want to feel this cock pulse in my mouth when you do. Bet it’s as thick as it feels."

Spit dripped down his cock as she sucked him deeper, her tongue swirling greedily around every inch.

Lira chuckled softly. "I want to choke on it, Rael. Think you can make me?" Her lips parted wider, her throat tightening around him as she took him deeper.

"Fuck," Julian groaned, his control slipping as their mouths worked even ferocious than before.

The runes were blinding now, their glow now bathing the chamber in deep red. Julian could feel the power in the air, fueling the fire building inside him.

"You’re both filthy," he said. "Keep that up, and I’ll give you more than you can handle."

He was panting now, so close to the release. But then—they stopped.

The heat vanished all at once, and the silence hit him harder than he expected. He blinked, dazed, trying to process the sudden emptiness.

That’s when he heard Mara’s voice again.

"Ohhh... you still think you’re in control, don’t you?" she purred, "Think you can just stand there and take it, Rael? We’re about to ruin you."

Her tone wasn’t just mocking, it was

dangerous

. Like she was really about to break him apart.

Julian remained silent for a brief moment, before his lips curled into a defiant smirk. "Ruin me? Big words, Mara. Let’s see if you and Lira can back them up."

Lira’s voice followed. "Oh, we will, pretty boy. We’re going to milk you dry until you’re begging for a break."

Their mouths retreated fully now, leaving Julian’s cock throbbing in the cool air. His ears sharpened, his senses on hight alert as he heard soft movement and the faint whisper of clothes sliding off bodies.

Then came the contact.

"Ahhh—fuck..."

A sharp moan ripped from his throat as two warm, soft and pillowy pairs of breasts engulfed him, wrapping around his cock. The heat of their skin, the friction, was almost too much to bear, and Julian felt his knees buckle, his fingers clawing at the stone.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice thick with pleasure. "You two don’t mess around, do you?"

Mara’s chuckle was one of pure satisfaction. "You have no idea, Rael." She pressed herself closer, her breasts sliding along his cock, the friction sending sparks through his nerves.

"These tits? They’re going to drain every last drop out of you. You’re not walking out of here until we’ve claimed it all."

Lira’s voice joined in, her own pair moving in sync with Mara’s. "Feel that? So soft, so tight... just imagine how much tighter it’s going to get when we really start working you."

Julian’s hips twitched involuntarily, his cock pulsing between their breasts. He gritted his teeth, fighting to keep his composure, but the way Mara and Lira moved—slow, then fast, then slow again—was pushing him to the edge.

"Gods, you’re both filthy," he groaned, eyes fluttering shut. "Keep that up, and I might just paint those pretty tits of yours."

Mara growled softly. "Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Coating us in your seed? Not yet, Rael. We’re not done playing with you."

She pressed her breasts tighter, her movements growing more aggressive. "You’re going to give us everything—

every fucking drop

—before we let you go."

Lira’s hands joined in, her fingers teasing the base of his cock as their breasts worked him relentlessly.

"You’re so hard," she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "Bet you’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Two women, desperate to milk you, to feel you throb between us... You’re not going to last long, are you?"

Julian was almost defeated, his muscles tensing as he fought to hold back. He barely had time to catch his breath, when he felt it.

Hot breath

.

Right against the tip of his cock.

"Still holding back?" Mara whispered, her lips so close that the heat of her exhale teased along his sensitive skin. "You’re stubborn. I like that. Makes the ruin even sweeter."

A wet sound followed.

Pthhhk—splatt

A rope of spit fell from her mouth, landing perfectly on his tip. He jolted at the contact, his eyes wide with genuine surprise.

"Fuck—" he hissed, hips twitching, "what are you—?"

"Shhh." Lira’s voice now, from lower down. "Don’t talk. Just feel."

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